| War and History Poetry
posted June 30, 2012
The Soldier in War
The Hawks and the Dead
I lie in pain on treacherous terrain;
a bullet hole is oozing blood and soul
and life from this young pawn of war and game
while men with power boldly state the goal:
"Abolish terror threatening our shore."
A noble goal, but why so far away?
The Eastern sands of foreign lands at war
are not the sands on which our children play.
I saturate their sand and sadly sigh,
prepared to join the Dead beneath the sand.
Beneath a shifting land, I, too, shall lie
a "hero" like the men in Vietnam.
Do not inscribe above my empty grave,
"For love of Country, Life, he proudly gave."
War is a great distraction while freedom is taken from us by others within our Country. We shall not be conquered by another nation. We spend more on defense than all the other countries combined, but we are dying as a nation from within. The dying soldier in the Middle East is probably more fortunate than we are. The spacing in the 1st stanza is a compliment by FanStory, and I can't correct it:(
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